3 Thy threat'nings wake our slumb'ring eyes, That makes the guilty conscience clean, WATTS. HYMN 234. Eight, Eight, and Six Metre. The Pleasures of Benevolence. HAIL, source of pleasures ever new! While thy kind dictates we pursue, We taste a joy sincere; Too high for sordid minds to know, 2 By thee inspir'd, the gen'rous breast, 3 O God of love! with pious care, BLACKLOCK. HYMN 235. Eight, Eight, and Six Metre. Tranquillity and Contentment. F solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam : The world has little to bestow; From our own selves our joys must flow; 2 To be resign'd when ills betide, This, gracious God! is wisdom's part, Whose fragrance reaches heaven. 3 Thus through life's changing scenes we'll go, 4 While conscience, like a faithful friend, Shall, when all other comforts cease, HYMN 236. L. M. COTTON. He shall feed his Flock like a Shepherd. Isa. xl. 10, 11. ST TRONG is thine hand, Almighty King, Salvation, 'tis thy work to bring, 2 Like a kind shepherd thou wilt feed 3 Thine arm shall bear the tender lambs, 4 Lord, how secure thy folds may rest, In safety lean upon thy breast, While all thy saints thy praises sing. H. BALLOU HYMN 237. C. M. A King shall reign in Righteousness. Isa. xxxii. 1, 2, 3. JE Princes, in judgment, 'tend his ways, 2 This man shall be our hiding place, And, by the riches of his grace, Jesus the riches of his grace Makes fainting mortals know. 4 As a tall shadow of a rock, Within a weary land, Is Jesus to his fainting flock; 5 Clearness of light he will bestow, And makes us all his goodness know 6 There we shall hear the joyful sound, And, on the fair celestial ground, HYMN 238. L. M. H. BALLOU. The Coming of Christ, or the true Light. The sun itself is not so bright; 3 Sin, now condemn'd, shall cease to be, 4 Roll on, thou glorious Star of light, H. BALLOU. HYMN 239. Hallelujah Metre. His wond'rous love adore, And chant his growing fame. 2 The sceptre of his grace, 3 He shall for ever wield; His foes, before his face, To strength divine shall yield. The conquest of his truth shall show What an almighty arm can do. His alienated sons, By sin beguil'd, betray'd, Shall then be born at once, And willing subjects made. Such numbers shall his courts adorn, As dew-drops of the vernal morn. 4 His realm shall ever stand, By lib'ral things upheld; And from his bounteous hand, All hearts with joy be fill'd. An universe with praise shall own TURNER. HYMN 240. S. M. The sound of the Gospel Trumpet to a perishing sinful world: H1 EAR what a Saviour's voice To sinners doth proclaim, "O, all ye ransom'd souls, rejcice, In your Redeemer's name !" 2 Where sin and death have reign'd, I would thy love proclaim; HYMN 241. TURNER. L.M. The Lord is my Shepherd. Ps. xxviii. THE Lord our shepherd feeds his flock, THE And shades them with his tow'ring rock ; Our God provides each heavenly good, |